Island RTB MB (Ft. Skilla Baby)
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[Intro: Skilla Baby]
Huh? (MIA JAY C)
I want a—
I need a bitch from the—
No, I want a bitch—
(I hear you, JAY C)
Huh?
[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
I want a bitch from the island
I want some guns, you want diamonds (Huh?)
I can't love you right, I be tryin' (Huh?)
Can't trust shit when niggas keep dyin' (Huh?)
Ooh, I want a bitch from an island
Ooh, who do what I say like I'm Simon
Ooh, put the drugs on the road, bae, we flyin'
You can get what you want 'cause you fine, bitch
[Verse 1: Skilla Baby]
I won't say shit 'bout your 'tude, girl, I like it
I see you in my bed, I'm a psychic
You got braces, just suck it, don't bite it
You got some money, you bought you a body
Chop hold a hundred, I caught me a body
I got some money in every last pocket
They didn't expect me to take off like a rocket
Russell Westbrook, I just caught a new body
I ain't expect you to have that good punani
Me and Skub rock the party like Lodi and Dodi
Can't come down, I keep smokin' on Beam Me Up Scotty
Just hit a foreign bitch, another foreign bitch in the lobby
Huh, I call Skub, tell my big brother help me get her out of here
He in Milwaukee for his bucks, he'll pop a deer
I fear bein' broke, huh, these niggas not my fear
We both gon' lose a drum when this hundred-round pop his ear
Huh? (MIA JAY C)
I want a—
I need a bitch from the—
No, I want a bitch—
(I hear you, JAY C)
Huh?
[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
I want a bitch from the island
I want some guns, you want diamonds (Huh?)
I can't love you right, I be tryin' (Huh?)
Can't trust shit when niggas keep dyin' (Huh?)
Ooh, I want a bitch from an island
Ooh, who do what I say like I'm Simon
Ooh, put the drugs on the road, bae, we flyin'
You can get what you want 'cause you fine, bitch
[Verse 1: Skilla Baby]
I won't say shit 'bout your 'tude, girl, I like it
I see you in my bed, I'm a psychic
You got braces, just suck it, don't bite it
You got some money, you bought you a body
Chop hold a hundred, I caught me a body
I got some money in every last pocket
They didn't expect me to take off like a rocket
Russell Westbrook, I just caught a new body
I ain't expect you to have that good punani
Me and Skub rock the party like Lodi and Dodi
Can't come down, I keep smokin' on Beam Me Up Scotty
Just hit a foreign bitch, another foreign bitch in the lobby
Huh, I call Skub, tell my big brother help me get her out of here
He in Milwaukee for his bucks, he'll pop a deer
I fear bein' broke, huh, these niggas not my fear
We both gon' lose a drum when this hundred-round pop his ear
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